The Grudge

He would allow her to cry on his shoulder for as long as she needed, he wasn’t going anywhere fast. Holding her proved cathartic to him, despite her sorrowful and frustrated tears. Roan didn’t like seeing her distraught at all, but he felt like he was doing the right thing if she could come to him for support as she did. At some point she offered her own little ‘sorry’ but he shook his head. She had nothing to apologize for.

Eventually she pulled away and he settled back onto the furs as she wiped the last of the tears from her face. Iolaire didn’t take long to cover her emotions again. All at once she was fine, and her soft words fell on perked ears as she busied herself after thanking him for his own apology. Vivid emerald eyes watched her as her tiny frame walked towards the entrance. He was pretty sore, and certainly appreciated remaining where he’d struggled to settle. She also let him know where to get his own pain medication.

Roan wished she hadn’t left his side, her warmth was welcome with the unusual cold of the summer. He lowered his head to his paws, eyes lidded but still lingering on her form. She hurt, and now that he’d seen the other side of the mask he was much more insightful. Roan couldn’t take advantage of that. ”Maybe it will rid the sky of the ash for a while.” He spoke softly, resisting the urge to join her in the doorway. ”I hope there’s a bit of lightning.” Roan’s comment was wistful as he glimpsed the clouds beyond the threshold.